AN: I know none of you guys expected another chapter this early. The reason why I finally acted like a decent human being is because this chapter and the previous one were originally one chapter that got split into two as one reviewer easily predicted. As always, give me some reviews and the nice critique, so I can improve this as much as possible.

FabledLife: Nobody questioned it because there were more important things going on at the time. Now with this little incident and nothing else to interrupt, Azazel was free to let himself loose a little. I can guarantee bad luck rampaging about at least.

Icewolf9879: I already have plans for what I'm gonna do with the right hand and what lays beyond.

StoryReiter: Odd that you say he's been disillusioned. It's funny from my POV. Cao Cao's just a loon atm though. There's a difference between DxD and Toaru that will fracture the story so to speak. Everything's already been thrown off the rails, so hold onto your pants.

Ylnadiir: Fuck. How did you know?

Guest: I'll try my best to complete it. I already planned out IT's first foray out into this world.

ChancePluto: I'll take that as a compliment.

Cesar Loli Poccori: DxD's sense of normality is utterly broken and it's funny how it conflicts with Touma's. There is a nice little replacement for the tried and true AC medicine, though it's not as effective as one might believe.

FAFNIR9029: Thanks.

Aminadab Brulle: Sometimes a little Guts is all you need to move onward.

daggercloak000: Thanks for the compliment. As for anyone else dropping in? Who knows.

PUSSYSMASHER: Nice name bro and thanks for the compliments.

Cheesecake244351: And now we come to the biggest review. I'm glad this one of all crossovers managed to catch your eye. Touma being stingy about food isn't the only thing that he picked up from his poor man's lifestyle. Unfortunately, Thor and Issei do not share the same VA, though they do sound pretty similar. Cao Cao's a weird character. He's actually one of the two characters who I don't have any finished role for, so he has that freedom cause some events for me. I got some plan for Ophir though. I will say: everything beyond the right hand will be relevant at one point, so don't you worry. If something super plot relevant happens in GT and doesn't rip through the plot I have established, then it will most likely appear here.

Chapter 6: The_Endless_Play

"So much to do, so little time," said a young man staring at the sky. What he viewed was the fizzling of a weak barrier he put up being replaced by another with a slightly purple tinge. He was already ducking and weaving through the memorized movements of the local Tengu guards in an effort to avoid being spotted. He felt a slight disappointment that they actually didn't spot him, but that was masked by a face showing relief.

"Should I've aimed higher?" Cao Cao was mulling over the decision to pierce his new rival's abdomen. The thought that he was regretting the placement of the injury he delivered rather than the act itself is telling of his twisted perspective; not that it wasn't obvious from the outset.

He pushed the trivial thoughts from his mind once he sensed some powerful and familiar beings of strength near him. He melded his presence into the background of the common people with a hood already covering any recognizable features from their sight.

The leader of the Hero Faction picked an odd route to his destination that might've looked extremely inefficient from those dependent on GPSes. Stabbing Kamijou Touma in a spontaneous act of lunacy that was doing nothing but risking his cover forced him to be extra cautious. He snuck out from his base right underneath the Youkai Faction's nose to fulfill his mad desire.

Now he's paying for his carelessness.

Luckily for him, the winding path he haphazardly created eventually paid off when he made it back to the crummy base without a tail on him. He let out a sigh when he saw his blonde bubbly subordinate awaiting him outside of the abode.

"So, what did you leave for, boss?" Said boss removed his now useless hood and stared at Jeanne with the connotation of a glare. He seemed to be asking what are you doing here with just his eyes.

"There's uh…" The descendant of the French hero broke into a cold sweat from the combination of Cao Cao's imposing presence and something else that had her waiting outside. Cao Cao raised a brow, which prompted her to finally let out the issue. "There's a problem."

"A problem?" he wondered to himself. He ran many simulations in his mind of what could've led to an issue that warranted one of his stronger members to show a face of concern and mild dread before reaching a conclusion that had him worried as well.

"One of our tentative allies is here then."

Jeanne didn't know whether to nod or shake her head from that conclusion. "Ophis is here."

It was like a thunderclap went off in his mind. 'Of course she would show up. Great Red showed up just the other day!' He bit his lip.

"You did fine. Considering how nothing's a complete wreck and no one's swarming around like vultures, nothing tragic occurred." His words garnered a feeling of relief from his subordinate, but the purpose of them was to calm himself more.

Speaking to buy time for his thoughts. 'Avoiding a direct conversation with her seems impossible at this juncture.'

"Alright," he began. "I do need to report some things to her as well as do something else that concerns her."

There is an opportunity to be gained here and Cao Cao knows it. The risk is great, but the gains are even greater. He just needs to trust in himself to carry his ideals through no matter what. Jumping into the maw of a dragon wouldn't be the most dangerous thing he's done anyways. Hell, he feels like he can do anything.

He donned a smirk and marched inside his base with the composure of a proper leader only for it to slightly falter at the apathetic gaze of a dragon god. No matter how much composure and arrogance a person can muster up, it will be useless against the presence of infinity. There's not a single mortal creature stronger than the nonstandard abomination in front of him.

He waited for her to speak first. "..."

He quickly realized that was a stupid thing due to her innate nature. "What is the occasion?" he inquired.

"Great Red appeared. Why?" The dull eyes she had were possessed by a curious glint.

At this, Cao Cao hesitated. He has a feeling that if he names Kamijou, he might get roped into this whole mess, which is not what he wants yet. On the other hand, telling a lie would only get him vaporized most likely. Ophis may be a monster with the naivety of a child, but on the off chance that a lie gets uncovered…

'Best not to risk it.'

"I had the help of my best magician manipulate ley lines to call it. It was a test." Yes. This was the best thing to say: a truth that omits some details.

"I see. Good job." Her ips rose to form an eerie smile that did not suit the face it was on. It was empty and devoid of any emotion, a very uncanny thing that almost made Cao Cao shiver. He wished the others were here with him to experience this dreadful meeting.

Speaking of that though… "Where are the others?" Cao Cao made a show of looking around the base to catch a glimpse of them, but it was like they completely skipped out on him. His eyes snapped back onto Ophis when it seemed she was going to respond with a satisfactory answer.

"They all said they had something of utmost importance to do, though you would be ready to answer any questions I had." It was not a satisfactory answer.

Cao Cao smiled. It wasn't a nice one in the slightest. 'The reason why Jeanne was nervous. All of them now have a good reason to be nervous.'

Ophis held out her hand. From her sleeve, an ink-colored snake slithered out onto her palm, ready and waiting for a command. She held it out to Cao Cao. "This is your reward."

Before taking it, he slightly craned his neck downwards in a weak facsimile of a bow. There would be no point in questioning her motive for rewarding him with this. Looking a gift horse in the mouth is the last thing he should do.

This was exactly what he wanted. The wielder of the True Longinus knows exactly what to use this for. "It seems the winds of fate are in my favor," he muttered to himself.

"What do you mean by that?" Cao Cao nearly jumped due to forgetting the fattest elephant in the room.

"Just expressing my utmost gratitude for your gift is all." The smile could not have been more fake. Even a lizard could put more emotion into that smile than what he just did, though the naive and emotionally stunted monster took it at face value.

"Tell me more about Great Red's appearance." Cao Cao's internal cheering turned into internal weeping as he had to weave a tale that cut out Kamijou's actions.

'Guess I can just twist his actions into something that the Red Dragon Emperor did. You owe me one, Kamijou Touma.'

Said Kamijou Touma was bleeding out with his thoughts drifting away. His brain was a mush and he could only feel coldness. He slowly tried moving his right hand over the wound.

Whether it was to stifle the bleeding or to pointlessly try to numb the pain was unknown. No matter what he wanted, he couldn't carry out what his body was telling him to do. He no longer had the strength to nudge any part of his body and had to pathetically wait out his death.

He remembered something from someone. He doesn't remember who spouted the idea or if it was actually him who thought it, but there was the idea that the reason he survives so long is because of his misfortune. It wouldn't let him luck out from an easy death, but a slow, agonizing one could be fitting to its twisted palette.

"Grk…!" He involuntarily wheezed from choking on blood. He was forced to painfully cough it up.

"...ey, he's… ver…!" The boy heard something, but his ears wouldn't focus. His unfocused eyes stared up at blurry faces that seemed worried and were shouting something at him. The noises all jumbled together and it was keeping him awake.

He's feeling tired though. Kamijou could feel his mind slipping further and further into the realm of dreams.

But it's fine now. With all those people worrying over him, he'll probably be right as rain when he wakes up. He can smile with those thoughts as he passes out. Future Kamijou can busy himself worrying over his injuries later.

Who?

"Hmm, hmmm, hmmm~" The androgynous blonde magician, Thor, was sitting crosslegged in the snow with his only company being a former magic god and two unconscious valkyries. Well, there was a third one, but she's currently a corpse at the moment.

The little magic god was stoically looking at the corpse, feeling a small amount of pity before snapping at Thor.

"Just how long are you going to keep up that irritating tune?" Surprisingly, he stopped. Othinus expected him to raise the volume of his humming in return out of spite. He rested his cheek in his left hand with a bit of gloom taking up the majority of his brain. He seemed to be mourning the dead a little, though the earlier hum would've been disrespectful.

"I did it to take my mind off this monotonous wait. How could I not be going stir-crazy after trying a bunch of stuff to wake up these sleeping beauties and sitting here for about half an hour?" Othinus just gave up on trying to read him.

"Anyways... How much trouble do you think dear old Kamijou-chan has gotten himself into?" A wide smile made its way to Thor's face just from bringing up that exciting person.

"I can take a guess. He most likely gained more than a few injuries in the crap he got himself wound up in." Othinus spat out that guess with an annoyed tone, disguising the worry she actually feels for him.

"Yep! It's natural for someone like him to get roped into trouble. Which is why..." An odd smile appeared on the contradictory magician. "...I want to match his trouble with my own."

"What do you mean by that?" Those ominous words necessitated an explanation. The little fairy's inquisitive nature kicked in right then in there.

"He naturally gets roped into trouble with all that misfortune following him around, so I gotta equalize our experiences by forcing myself into troubles. Can't let him get too far ahead of me after all, haha!" Thor's easygoing words were at odds with the fierce grin on his face that showed just how serious he was.

His statement wasn't a careless one in the slightest. He knew, understood, and acknowledged the type of dangerous incidents Kamijou gets involved in, yet he knowingly decided to force himself into similar ones in an excuse to level the playing field.

Kamijou is the only one he can have a true equal fight with, but the dynamic will change unless he equalizes the experience. Just thinking about the idea that Kamijou would get ahead of him and actually defeat him in their next fight has him feeling an odd way that he can confidently say he dislikes.

Which was why he decided to stay here and wait for the awakening of the Valkyries. He can just smell something interesting from this event. "Buncha experience points waiting up ahead."

It was right after those words that something happened. A booming noise that caused a massive amount of snow to rise. Both of the foreigners' mouths gaped as they were covered in a sudden avalanche.

"What the hell was that!" He attempted to push all the snow off of him and succeeded. Othinus barely scraped by from being buried alive by tucking herself in the annoyed magician's pocket.

Thor looked toward the source of the explosion only to see a man wielding a large hammer. His burly build seemed to be at odds with his sheepish expression.

"My apologies." The sincerity of the apology was all it took for Thor to realize that it wasn't really worth picking a fight over. Both victims sighed, thinking that something like this would usually happen to a boy they all know and appreciate.

The cause of the rising and falling of snow turned to the sleeping Valkyries with a serious face. "Hey, who are you?" The large man ignored Thor's question and walked towards the only dead woman.

"What are you…" He picked her up in his arms and turned to the long-haired blonde.

"Could you tell me what happened here?" Thor scratched his cheek at the line of questioning.

"It's unknown whether he'll become hostile if we tell him the events, but I don't believe he will. You should inform him." Playing the part of a wise god, Othinus offered advice to her former subordinate at which he shrugged his shoulders at.

"I got involved in battle with some guys with bat wings and these Valkyries. One was already dying by the time I got there, so I just defeated all the baddies. The hammer-wielding man looked at the bloody corpses of the devils and nodded his head.

"I see. It seems I… no, we owe you a debt. Needless to say, these damn Old Satan Factioneers started targeting us after allying with the Abrahamic Factions." The clenching of his fist due to an ongoing issue has Thor mildly confused.

Though this seems to be the perfect avenue to get some proper information about this world instead of just observing from an outsider's perspective.

"Hey." So, he put on a smile and casually stepped up to the large man. "Mind telling me exactly what's going on in this crazy world? I'm a newbie to all of this."

"A newbie?" He raised a suspicious brow. "A newbie that took out these mid and high-class devils?"

The answer the man got from that unasked question was a plastic smile that reeked of secrets. He sighed and shook his head.

"Whatever. Come with me and I'll tell you all that you need to know."

There was a small moment of silence before the large man picked all three of the Valkyries with the dead one being gently held in his arms. He briefly looked back at the uncharacteristically hesitant Thor.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going." A pause then a sigh. Thor walked after the unknown man.

"What do you think, Ex-Boss?" His voice was at a whisper. It was obvious whose insight he wanted.

"It was strange that he openly accepted you to come with him. He has his back turned and his hands are full, which means he's either really trusting and naive…"

"...Or he's confident in his strength to take me out." Thor finished her words with a grin. He already had a somewhat fun fight earlier against those so-called devils. "This world really is interesting. I wonder if Kamijou-chan is having as much fun as I am?"

The boy's eyes were shining.

Kamijou's eyes fluttered open as he took in the sight of a familiar room. "You're up already?"

He slowly moved his eyes to the direction of the voice only to see the man that Issei called Azazel sitting down next to him. "What happened?" he slurred out. He attempted moving, but felt the tight constriction of bandages wrapped around his torso to keep his guts from spilling out.

After that he felt pain, which caused him to reflexively hold his stomach. The boy was in a daze. The bicolored fallen angel snorted at his attempts not to make any noise out of discomfort.

"I was hoping to ask you that exact question. Everyone competent felt a barrier being put up, so we all headed there as fast as possible only to see you bleeding out on the ground with a stupid smile on your face."

Kamijou's eyes widened. The memories are starting to fall back into place.

"That's…right. I ran into Cao Cao again and he stabbed me all while saying crazy stuff I couldn't really make heads or tails of." His eyes grew slightly hazy as he tried to remember more.

"Then I think I remember you guys coming over. What happened?"

"Panicking over a person that was about to become a corpse, fury at not being able to find who snuck in and did this, and dread that our healing abilities were failing. We were forced to perform some good old fashioned battlefield treatment." His serious countenance melted into something more teasing.

"Some of us even considered cauterization." The injured boy paled at that and instantly dropped his gaze to his injury.

"You, uh… You guys didn't do that, right?" The trickster merely smiled.

"Anyways."

"Don't say "anyways" to a super important question like that! I'm seriously concerned for any burn scars that might be left on my body!"

"The real question is something that we never should've put off in the first place. Why does supernatural healing not work on you? More specifically, why does it not work on your right hand?" Azazel was extremely curious about this phenomenon. He could no longer hold his inquisitive nature back and decided to interrogate the source of it all.

"The other day, they tried healing you and it failed. It wasn't really an important thing, so we foolishly put it off. It seemed to've bit us in the cheeks this time around." The spiky-haired teenager looked to the side.

"The pure blonde girl that would make a fantastic angel tried healing you, but it casually failed. We manage to track the effects of that to your right hand, and a few of us were considering chopping it off to fix you up." Seeing the boy's complexion rapidly pale forced a chuckle out of the ancient fallen angel.

He corrected his wrong assumption before he burst out another panicked complaint. "Fortunately, we had Phoenix Tears that were directly applied to that one spot."

Kamijou held out his right hand and stared at it with many complicated feelings. "Phoenix Tears?"

"Think of it like an elixir from a video game, only it can be applied to a direct spot instead of the entire body. Again, it would be nice if you informed us about that oddity you have going on for you."

Kamijou sighed. "I don't really know everything about it. I've had this Imagine Breaker for as long as I can remember and it's always negated the supernatural. To be honest, even with all the drawbacks, I'm grateful for having this thing." He smiled and closed his hand.

"What a devilish thing." Azazel chuckled as he tried to match up the description of the power to anything he's heard in the past. His accumulated experiences and knowledge on mysterious powers proved fruitless for once when it came to something like this, which was downright baffling towards him.

Though it would be a lie if he said his inner scientist isn't raring to go research about something unknown.

"And…" The fallen angel perked up at Kamijou's hesitance. He seemed to want to add something extra, but he stopped himself.

"And what? You got something more about that freaky hand of yours?" The boy narrowed his eyes at the man's lopsided grin. He dropped his hand on the tatami mat and expelled a breath of air.

"Nothing really." There's nothing else he really knows about his right hand other than speculation that people have said about it.

Reference point for the world, a panacea, something that can gently save or coldly slay, a black box.

Even ignoring all that, there are the unknown and unidentifiable idiosyncrasies that happen when it's removed. Dragons, an invisible thing, the abomination that erupted in England, and the whole issue that happened at Windsor Castle.

Something that apparently has nothing to do with Imagine Breaker itself, yet no less monstrous. 'It's frightening.' Kamijou truly fears what lies beyond the right hand more than anything else.

Azazel sighed at the internal thoughts that were playing across the spiky-haired boy's face. He didn't want to push him, but he really wanted to know more. "Well, I believe that's enough of the heavy stuff. I wonder if I should let the rest of the kids in."

"Wait." Kamijou looked up at the standing Azazel. He had a burning question on his mind.

"Is the Phoenix Tear slow acting?"

Azazel immediately understood the meaning behind the question and responded with the negatory gesture. "I expected it to be instant, but I was greeted with another surprise that's quickly becoming something normal. All that money down the drain and it didn't even do much." The man sounded disappointed at the crappy healing. The smile on his face sang a different tune though.

"M-money?" That word pulled on a deep-seated trauma possessed by the boy. His teeth were chattering just the smallest amount. "Exactly how much money do those things cost if you put it into Yen?"

The fallen angel's grin was of a different breed compared to the nervous grin on the human's face. 'It seems I found out an interesting trait about this boy. Let's see how far I can take this little joke.'

"What are the prices of houses around this area again?" The terrifying method of answering a question with another question to enrich the conversation was super effective against the poor-type high school boy.

As a result, the boy lost his marbles, lifted up the futon, and looked under it to find a way to escape the illusion he seemed to have been trapped in. It had to have been an illusion to hear a death sentence like that after all If it was reality, then it would be too scary to live in.

"T-time machine. I just need to find a time machine and everything will be alright." The deep-seated trauma of satanic money that resulted from Azazel's words was something that not even he predicted accurately.

"Wait, you don't have to pay for any of that! Don't worry at all!" He had to repeat himself multiple times for the boy to calm down and stop shaking like a broken vibrator. It was worth the special sight, for the fallen angel to relax his crazed mental faculties.

When the black-haired boy's emotional state transformed to tranquility from paranoia, he analyzed the debaucherous fallen angel for any trace of falsehoods due to all the teasing words he used. He found nothing of the sort this time.

A real buddha.

That's what the goatee-toting fallen angel appeared to be in Kamijou's eyes. He quickly laid back down on his futon and closed his eyes while muttering about being lucky not dealing with debt.

"Well, that's really it now. Unless you want to ask me something?" The leader of the Grigori already had a hand on the sliding door leaving Kamijou slightly slow to respond.

"Ah, there's really nothing else." The ancient being nodded to that answer and left the room, leaving the boy to his own thoughts, like what to do now or what should he do with Cao Cao basically marking him.

"I'm tired," he mumbled. Staring up at the ceiling fan spinning was a good way to lull himself to sleep. "Maybe I can get some more rest."

Soon after those words left his lips, the sliding door opened once more to reveal Issei and the rest of his friends looking slightly worried. Their tight features slackened in relief at Kamijou's healthy complexion. The boy himself sat up, feeling a little disappointed that he couldn't fall back into a slumber.

The disappointment was mostly overrode by seeing familiar faces.

"How do you feel?" asked a blonde handsome man. He seemed to be the overly friendly sort with how he casually strolled up to Kamijou's futon with a gentle smile on his face. He remembers Issei calling a pretty boy named Kiba one of his friends. 'This must be him then.'

"I feel as good as I look." The amount of bandages on the black-haired boy's body that was even visible through the clothes he was wearing made Kiba laugh at the joke.

Following Kiba's footsteps, the others ambled to Kamijou's bedside and sat down beside him with varying expressions. Issei with a wide grin, Koneko with a neutral frown, Aisa with a worried look, Xenovia with a placid stare, and Irina with a simple smile.

"Really sucks that you didn't come and hang out with us. You might've enjoyed a nice time without getting ganked." Issei sounded a bit insensitive there, so he was lightly punched in the gut by the white-haired stoic girl.

Naturally he felt aggrieved while in anguishing pain, but didn't voice any complaints. "I just realized not all of us have actually talked," Kamijou mused. He seemed to have missed out on a good opportunity to get to know the new, colorful people in this foreign world due to him focusing on other critical matters.

He should amend that. "You all probably know me by now, but I'm Kamijou Touma. It's…good to meet you all."

"Are you really okay?" Instead of a similar greeting, the injured boy was met with blatant worry explicitly shown in green eyes from what seems to be the gentlest person he's ever laid eyes on.

"Uh," to be frank, he was confused by the worry she showed for him. "I'm alive, right? I'm fine and dandy."

"Dude you got messed up pretty badly. Some of us thought you weren't gonna make it. Not me though! I knew you were gonna pull through!"

"Thanks for the faith, Hyoudou." He held a hand to his gut where the pain decreased from a blindingly sharp pain to a sore wound akin to a pulled muscle. "I should've expected something like this to happen when I walked out alone in the middle of a city. With my bad luck, it's only natural I'd get stabbed twice in a week." He muttered that last part, which wasn't intended for anyone else to hear.

Unbeknownst to him, Koneko picked up on those low words and she focused on him with a small amount of intensity.

"No need to worry, Kamijou-san. With us here, no person would dare to harm your person." The knightly words came from the bluenette, Xenovia.

"Yep, yep. That's right indeed. Leave it to me and Xenovia, and the rest of us of course. We'll keep you safe and sound and away from any more fiendish attackers!" The cheerful statement was backed up by a reliable thumbs up from Irina.

"Thanks." Kamijou's smile wasn't faked. Even he has his limits on tolerance for punishment. Getting stabbed again would really bother him immensely. "You guys seem much more reliable than me, so it means a lot."

Kiba slightly frowned at those demeaning words that were strikingly aimed at the self. "Speaking of reliability, you were quite the help in saving Yasaka-dono."

"Nah, don't worry about it." Kamijou abashedly smiled and repeated words that sounded like they were said a thousand times before. "I was just in the right place at the right time. I know others that would've done the same."

"Oh yeah!" Issei slammed his fist into the palm of his hand as if remembering something. "Why exactly were you in Kyoto to begin with? I remember Azazel looking up your records and finding nothing about you living here."

Issei casually tossed out a piece of info the fallen angel probably didn't want Kamijou to know. The spiky-haired boy sighed because he was used to people researching him, and wasn't that a depressing thought?

"The reason I'm here is…" Everybody leaned in as he unintentionally paused, creating an effect that hyped people up for the answer. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"It was an accident. To be honest—" He broke the pacing of his words with a yawn. He brought a hand to cover it before it was over as he felt a sudden exhaustion wash over his body. "Oh. I must be more tired than I thought."

Issei eyed him for just a moment.

"We'll stop by later. We'll all be leaving in a few hours, so we have to make it count! I won't let you escape another hangout session." After Issei's oath, he stood up, which prompted everyone else to stand up alongside him. The boy waved to Kamijou who responded with a weak wave of his own.

With them all gone, Kamijou laid down in his futon and turned on his side. He could still feel the dull pain from his stomach.

'How could I not be affected by something like that?' He grit his teeth with his features twisting into an uncomfortable sight. He remembered the pain as well as Cao Cao putting his expectations on himself for something. He said a bunch of ridiculous stuff, like having Kamijou be his rival.

The boy had no desire to fulfill his stupid fantasies of roleplaying heroes in the slightest and he didn't feel like playing the hero over and over again.

Kamijou failed to understand Cao Cao, failed to find Othinus and Thor without getting into an incident, and now he's injured and out of commission for a bit. His body is weak and it would be best to just get some rest before moving out.

"Screw that." The teenager forcefully removed the covers and stubbornly tried to move his body. Glaring at the bandages that were restricting his movement, he stripped off the temporary clothes that he was put in and removed the bandages that limited his movements the most. The wound with a discolored patch of skin with some bloodstains was ingrained in his eyes.

Kamijou put on the clothes he wore when he first came into this world. The cozy white hoodie and school uniform. Unfortunately his pants were different, but he's at least dressed enough to go outside.

"Academy City is in Tokyo, so I should probably go to this world's Tokyo to see if anything will turn up." The boy was muttering plans to himself. It was nothing more than a start, yet it was miles better than what he was doing before.

Reacting to events was a pathetic move when he first arrived. Continuing along that same pattern would only lead to failure. He made his futon, folded his clothes, and left the dirty bandages on top of the folded clothes. He stood up and snuck right out of the Manse, using his naturality to go undetected by any supernatural means.

It's time for Kamijou Touma to be more proactive. If he wants to find a way back at all, that exactly what he needs to do.

"Going somewhere?" Kamijou almost jumped at the voice, but the familiarity of it calmed him down. He turned around to see a frowning blonde, a different blonde from the one who showed up with Issei earlier.

"You were…" Kamijou knows the older boy said his name, but his memories are failing him. The blonde felt aggrieved that he wasn't remembered and displayed his feelings with a pout.

Kamijou snapped his fingers. "That's right. You're Genshirou, right?" The uncertainty in his voice made the boy frown even harder, but at least his name was accurately recalled.

"Yeah, that's right. Now onto the topic of why you're just dipping out of here without saying anything to anyone before I start feeling like crap." The black-haired teenager felt somewhat ashamed of just leaving without a word., but he felt no regrets in his decision.

"I need to head over to Tokyo to do something." The low-presence blondie raised a brow.

"Could you at least give me something more, like why exactly you need to head to Tokyo and what you're going to do?" Kamijou crossed his arms and looked to the side. The why would have him reveal that he's from another world. That discomforting truth isn't something Kamijou just wants to spill out. His status as a person who's a long way from his world feels wrong.

And it calls up unsettling memories that would be better locked away.

"Does it really matter why I'm leaving? There's something I need to do and that's that… Okay that sounds a bit dickish, but this is super important. I don't really have time to hang around here and get stabbed again."

The non-pretty boy blonde winced at Kamijou's desperate words. "Well…" The boy sighed and made his decision. "I won't stop you." The reckless boy smiled in relief and was just about to offer his thanks.

"But!" Before the words could come out though, he was interrupted by Genshirou waving his cellphone. "At least keep in touch. You were a good pal, and it'd bother me if something bad happened to you."

The two traded numbers and parted ways with acceptance. Whether or not Kamijou is ever going to call him for help is up in the air.

"How much Yen do I have right now?" Shortly after leaving the whole property that belonged to Yasaka, he found himself in the city, heading towards a train station. "A ride from Kyoto to Tokyo should cost about 15,000 Yen…"

He felt the reaper's call for his wallet. "That means I'll only be left with 2,000 yen at most!" He strained his bloodshot eyes as he delved deeper into his wallet to find any possible invisible coins to provide comfort.

He let out a despairful sigh. "Well, it was going to come to this anyway."

After paying for a ticket and mourning the lightening of his wallet, he simply waited for the train. He stretched his sore body, which sent ripples of pain through his nerves. It was an irritating thing, yet he runs the risk of either having his body get too stiff or increase the pain.

So naturally, he chose to increase the pain. It was an obvious, easy choice.

The whistling of a train grinding to a halt entered Kamijou's ears. It was a typical bullet train that could be found anywhere in Japan. The white exterior and streamlined shape was the very pinnacle of speed among trains.

A ball of nervousness began to build up in the boy's gut. He stepped onto the train and found a seat close to the back. What if getting to Tokyo doesn't really do anything? What if he's completely wasting his time with this. What if he...?

"It doesn't matter." He dispelled all his doubts. "I just need to do whatever I can do."

Next stop: Tokyo.

"Could you be a dear and go visit that wonderful colorful city of Tokyo for me?" A white-haired man with an utterly fabulous goatee requested that one simple thing to his most loyal of subordinates.

"Sir? If I may be so presumptuous to ask, what exactly will you have me do there?" The silver-haired subordinate was at complete ease even when questioning his direct superior. Of course, the goatee-toting devilish man spun on his heel and began walking away. Not before speaking once more though.

"Well~ I just thought it'd be amazing if there was another entry point to surprise my fellow lively fellows that inhabit the world! Couldn't you imagine the excitement and the bloodbath? It'd be a carnival of despair. Just like how things should be. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Understood." The staunchly devoted subordinate bowed and a magical circle emanated from below his feet.

"Ah! Before you go. I'm just letting you know that there's an interesting reward for you if you succeed~ I'm talking about the amazing reward of me spawning a chance for you to meet with your dear old sister." The subordinate who seemed to be the very embodiment of a calm ice sculpture taking human shape, quivered for just split second. It was just slow enough for his leader to catch, which pulled out an inhumanly wide grin from him.

"I'm expecting wonderful and great things from you, Euclid!" The now named subordinate gave a solemn nod before being swallowed up in a flash of light.

"Haha..." The cheerful man's visage warped into something befitting a devil. "Hahahahahahaha!" He felt like a kid at a candy store that was going to clean the entire store with arson. He finally settled down from his excited high and culminated his goal into succinct words.

"It's time to remind the world that we're Devils."

There was no moon, no sun, no sky, and no ground. A place that seemed to be forgotten by the world and the laws that accompany it. The concept of what defined this place was undefined and shifted infinitely; a dreamlike hazy illusion.

"You can't kill me." A voice tinged with the whisper of despair sounded out in this odd space. The speaker's features were as eldritch as the space it existed in. "The world is harsh, but that is the law of the world."

"..." The being who it was referring to, took the shape of a man with the countenance of a machine. His eyes were that of a dead man that held no passion for anything.

"I followed my nature and embraced this illuminating end. I have no ties to the world that cast me aside through conflicting information, but no matter how faint they are for you, you still have ties to it. You were created by that system. Ah, how wonderful."

"..." He took a step towards that undefinable being with his fists raised. There was no aura, no power, and no threat around the fists.

"Didn't you listen to anything I said, you overeager failure? Though, I can't even say that because you were the result of a success that succeeded too hard."

Finally the man spoke. "I care not. All will fall beneath my fists." Right then and there, a malicious, indigo aura seeped into his hands, transforming them into something that would bring about an absolute end to everything.

He threw a fist towards the being that seemed to be laughing in the face of utter despair and welcoming it with open arms.

"Destruction...huh. I was forgotten, but now even what was forgotten will cease to exist? That's right… I was forgotten, but I won't forget. What an irresistible truth!" Those were the beings last words before scattering to the void. The only being left was that man that lacked any life in his body.

He slowly moved, like a finely crafted machine honed for a single purpose. "There's only a single thing worth living for. The perfect end has arrived. I won't let any of you snatch that away from me."

He stared upwards, like he was lost in thought while staring up at the sky. There was no sky.

"There's only one battlefield that can bring the end for me."